by Aden Lowe
"Didn't know there was a time limit." He laid back on the bed and his free hand automatically dropped to his throbbing cock. "Just a little bit busy."
"Hmmm. Are you lying down?"
How the hell did she know that? "No."
"Oh, baby, it's not nice to lie. Your voice changed and the bed creaked. Now, tell me the truth. Is your cock still hard?" Her voice dropped to a throaty whisper with the question.
His hips rolled in response and he sucked in a harsh breath.
She gave a little laugh. "I'll take that as a yes. I'm glad. Will you tell me what you would do to me if you were here?"
The memory of that luscious body, just waiting for him to peel back the expensive package, slammed into his brain and dragged a groan from him. "I'd fuck you until you screamed my name, and then I'd keep right on fucking you."
A breathy moan said she was in the same state he was. "Tell me? Talk to me while I play with my pussy and come for you?"
The very idea having phone sex with her somehow made him even hotter. "Fuck, yeah. Where are you? And what are you wearing?" He dragged his jeans open to free himself. She had him so worked up, he had to force his hand to loosen on his cock, to keep the touch light.
She sighed a little. "I'm in my suite at my mother's house. She has guests, so I turned in early. I just got out of the shower and I'm wearing a silk wrap."
"I like silk. Keep it on. Sit on the corner of your bed." In his imagination, flashes of ivory skin flirted at the opening in pale silk.
"The corner?"
"Yeah, the corner. Tell me, little girl, you ever been on a Harley?" The prospect of those slim thighs clamped around his hips in fear as he pushed his bike as hard as it would go sent his pulse racing just as hard.
"No, that's not quite the ride of choice in my circles. Why the corner?"
"Because I said. You sitting there?" He made his voice deliberately hard.
She didn't speak for a full minute. "I am now."
"You're going to come for me, without touching yourself. Understand?"
Hesitation came through loud and clear. "I don't think I can."
The short laugh sounded harsh even to him. "Yeah, you can, little girl. I promise. Just relax and trust me. I'll get you there." He waited for her to agree. "Close your eyes. I'm walking into your room now and my cock is harder than ever before when I see you sitting there." Kellen closed his own eyes and lost himself in the description of how he would undress and approach her, how she would tremble, torn between fear and anticipation.
He would lean over her and take her mouth in a hard kiss, demanding everything from her. And she would give it. Her heart would race when he left that perfect mouth to work his way down her neck with not-too-gentle bites. The brush of his beard would make the silky skin more sensitive, and when he paused to suck hard and leave his mark, she would gasp with the fear of what he might do to her.
Already her breath came harsh and fast in his ear. "Those gorgeous tits are waiting for my mouth, and when I fucking get there, you'll moan and arch your back and beg me to taste them. And I will." That sweet flesh would pucker and throb as he flicked his tongue over the hard tips of her nipples. The thought of sinking his fingers into the tender globes sent his cock surging hard in his grip. He could come just from that, but he forced himself to breathe through and wait for her.
He went on to describe how he would finally leave her tits and kiss his way down her belly, how his beard would rasp across the delicate skin. From the way she sounded, she was as close as he was. Her needy little moans spurred him on and he told her how he would kneel between her perfect thighs. Imagination and experience filled his mind with details as he talked her through how he would hold her glistening lips open to give him full access to all of her wet pussy. The tip of his tongue would tease and lick along her folds and circle her clit until she writhed with need.
From the sounds she made, Kellen estimated she balanced on the very edge. "Now I'll lick your clit, just barely touching at first, then I'll give you what you want. And when I'm done eating that sweet pussy, I'll stand up and lift you all the way onto the bed, with your legs wrapped around me. My hard cock will press against you and finally slide in, slow and easy, all the way. I'll fill you up, stretch you."
On the other end the line, her breath came hard and fast. "Now… Now, please."
Kellen's pulse roared in his ears and his balls tightened even more in the vice of pleasure her voice had become. "I'll pull back, then drive into you hard and fast, over and over. Your pussy will clamp around me and you'll come."
She interrupted. "Oh, God, yes!" Her low cry told him all he needed to know.
His orgasm crashed into him, locking all his muscles as his seed spilled hot on his belly. Fuck! The intensity shocked him.
Still breathing hard, she gave a little laugh. "Damn! How did you know?"
Kellen grinned, inexplicably pleased that he had satisfied her. "I gambled."
"You could do that for a living." Another little laugh. "So, do I get to know your name? That way, when we do this for real, I can actually scream your name." Her voice had nearly returned to normal.
Even though he'd just come, and hard, he slid his palm over the crazy-sensitive head, tightening again. It wouldn't take much to get him ready again, and the thought of taking that pussy for real could do it for him, fast. "My name is Kellen. What's yours?"
"I'm Veronica."
The wrongness of the name struck him. "Unh uh. Little girl, you're too hot for such a rich bitch name. You're Vicki for me."
She stayed silent for a long minute. "I've never had a nickname. Vicki. I like that."
He did something he'd never done before. "Tell me about you, Vicki." Surprisingly, he actually wanted to know. For the next two hours, he was oddly content to lie there with his come drying on his belly and listening to her voice.
When they hung up, he lay there awake for a long time, thinking. Tomorrow's meeting could very well seal his fate. Shit with his little brother and his big-wig buddies never went well. And for Eric the Red and his crew to be at the table as well gave him no reason to expect anything good.
As Kellen's top rival for leadership of the Brothers of Sin, Eric the Red was a brutal opponent. Kellen would greatly prefer not have to work with the son-of-a-bitch. The last thing he needed was a blade in his back. Staying home and fucking Vicki on a regular basis offered a far more enjoyable prospect.
Chapter Three - Present
Kellen could think of nothing closer to paradise than sending his stretched out chopper flying down the highway while Vicki's thighs hugged his and her hands clutched at his waist. Just fifteen minutes ago, he picked her up from a formal thing, and she came to the door in designer silk and diamonds and heels. She just ripped the side of her gown up to allow her to swing her leg over his fender, and climbed on.
He pointed the bike toward nowhere in particular and leaned on the throttle, relishing the way she clung to him. Before he knew it, he'd taken them back across the River and toward Stags Leap. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn't very well take a woman like Vicki back to the Hell Raiders' clubhouse. Besides, he didn't want anyone interrupting their first time, or listening in, either.
The feeling unsettled him. Normally, he didn't give a damn who heard, or saw, and sharing was nearly always an option unless he needed to assert dominance. The realization that he might seriously hurt any other man who looked at Vicki surprised him. Yeah, he really needed to do whatever it took to get her out of his system. In a week he'd be over her and back to normal.
But he still wouldn't take her back to the clubhouse. That left the old home place, his dad's family home. Kellen was the only one left now, so it was his, and he kept it up, but he'd never brought anyone there before. The thought made him a little nervous. She'd walked out of a mansion. What would she think when he took her to a primitive little four-room farmhouse? The only other option was a motel, and just…no.
He barely slowed the bi
ke in consideration of the narrow crooked road, but when he turned into the weed-choked dirt lane, he cut it way back. At the back of the little shingle-sided house, he rolled his bike into the shelter of the low concrete porch and shut it off.
Vicki swung off, a little unsteady on her heels. The deep twilight couldn't help matters any, since it made the ground practically invisible.
Kellen palmed his keychain knife, a little oval shaped lock-blade with a one-inch blade and an LED light at one end. The thing came in handy at times, and provided just enough illumination for him to unlock the door. The hinges squealed like a hog in pain, but the door swung easily.
"Where are we?" Vicki's breath tickled the back of his neck and his balls tightened in reaction.
"My dad's home place. Give me a minute, I'll get some light going." The old oil lamp sat on the table by the door like always, with the small tin container for the matches beside it. The wick caught on the first try and he lowered the chimney and adjusted the flame to flood the old kitchen with the soft glow. The urge to hold his breath surprised him as he waited for her reaction.
She gave a little gasp and moved to the middle of the room, heels clacking on the bare wood planks of the floor. "Wow, this place is an antique lover's dream. How was it kept so original?"
Not exactly the reaction he'd expected. Derision, maybe, or shocked disgust. Not this surprised awe as she moved through the room, inspecting everything from the enamel dry goods cabinet to the old cast iron meat grinder bolted to the wood block work table. The handmade oak breakfront with his grandmother's wedding dishes in the glass-fronted cupboard above received special attention. She touched the wavy glass with a gentle finger, and sighed before moving away.
A fingertip ran across the thick rim soapstone sink before she turned to inspect the cast-iron hand pump that brought water fresh from the house well right to the sink—a real luxury in its day. "This is incredible."
He laughed a little. "No, little girl, you're incredible. All this is just an old house we could never afford to update." He put his hands against the edge of the sink on either side of her and leaned in to breathe in her fragrance. Damn, but she smelled good, her skin tempting him to see if she tasted as good as she smelled. He came in a little closer and brushed his mouth across the tempting silk of the back of her neck.
She sighed and turned to face him. "I wondered when you were going to get up enough balls." She moved in and tipped her head up to brush her lips along his. "I've been waiting too long."
He needed no further invitation. Kellen lowered his head to sweep his tongue over her lips. She opened immediately and met him as an equal, taking her share of the kiss. Those perfect, delicate fingers roamed over his chest, tightening his muscles with anticipation. She reached his neck and scraped her nails up the back of his skull.
Kellen deepened the kiss, taking charge, and slid his hands down to cup her ass. When she moaned a little, he lifted her to the edge of the sink and pulled that gown she'd torn earlier aside. He slipped between her parted thighs and pulled them around his hips to bring her heat close to him. Damn, how she clung to him. He'd been right about her. She bore no resemblance to the cheap-porn-flick skanks that tried to sleep their way to a position as the President's Old Lady.
He lifted her the rest of the way and carried her through the cramped front room, cracked his knee against the wood frame of the horsehair couch, and made it into the big bedroom at the side. "Hold that thought a minute." He let her feet drop to the floor, and moving by memory, found the lamp atop the walnut bureau that still held his grandfather's shirts.
The warm light revealed the giant cabbage-roses of the wallpaper, a little more faded and a little more yellowed than when he saw them last. The iron-framed double bed sat exactly where it had in his grandmother's day, with the same feather-tick mattress and bare steel springs. And beside that bed, like a vision out of time, Vicki waited, kiss-swollen lips parted in wonder as she looked around.
A drop cloth protected the handmade quilts his grandmother had stitched every winter, and Kellen resisted the urge to whip it aside and lay her down. That would just choke them to death on the thick dust, so he forced himself to wait long enough to roll it carefully and contain the dust. With the bed cleared, he slipped his arms around her waist to reclaim her attention.
When she turned to face him, he picked her up again and returned to owning her mouth. The desire to spend hours simply kissing her warred with his need to fully possess her, surprising him. He rarely bothered with more than a kiss or two to get a woman in the mood, and it never distracted him from the main prize. But he could pass forever in nothing more than exploring all the nuances of her lips and tongue, and be fully satisfied.
The edge of the mattress bumped his knees and he lowered them both across the bed. Her hips welcomed him, arching up to meet his reflexive thrust. Nails stroked lightly across his neck, dragging a ragged groan from him.
"You'd better get rid of these clothes before I tear them off you, baby. I can't wait." That voice grabbed him by the balls and spurred him on.
Kellen stood long enough to kick off his boots and folded his cut across the back of the chair against the wall. Jeans and shirt followed. "You better get rid of that dress, little girl, before I finish ripping it off you."
A lazy smile curved her lips. "I dare you."
A surge of pure heat settled in his belly. "I was hoping you'd say that." The torn edge of her gown felt thin as tissue between his fingers as he lifted it away from her body. The tear ended at the top of her toned thigh, tempting him to rip it the rest of the way and reveal all of her. But no. He'd looked forward to the moment too much to rush. He fully intended to take his sweet time.
Instead of devouring her immediately, he dropped to his knees beside the bed. The fancy shoes intrigued him, the way they emphasized the delicate arch of her foot and the fragile bones of her ankle. Rather than remove them, he kissed along the curve of her instep and found his way to her calf.
An impatient noise came from her and she moved to pull away, but he held her fast. "Kellen, please, this is not the time for foreplay." She hissed a little when his tongue found the back of her knee.
"Little girl, this ain't foreplay. This is me making every inch of you mine." The moan of frustration she made brought a smile to his lips. She would be as finely tuned to him as his bike before he finished, ready to respond to his every thought.
She sighed and surrendered, giving herself over to him, at least for the moment. He had no doubt she would extract delicious revenge at the first opportunity. Kellen worked his way up her thighs, pulling the torn dress aside to reveal her flesh, little by little. When he reached the top of her legs, she writhed, trying to bring his mouth between them. The eagerness of her responses both surprised and pleased him.
The temptation to give her what she wanted nearly overcame him, but at the last instant he drew back. The upper part of her dress parted reluctantly under his touch. Finally it gave way and she lay there before him, exposed, all pale skin and delectable curves. Some kind of sheer blue fabric covered her breasts, and despite the exquisite display, he wasted no time admiring the view. The bra separated easily in the center when he tugged, and allowed him unobstructed view.
He pulled back for a moment to just look. "You're fucking perfect, little girl." A groan rolled through him as he dropped down to taste.
She arched to meet him and brought her hand to the back of his head as he flicked his tongue across her hardened nipple. Nails sank into his scalp as he waged a relentless assault on her senses. Unable to wait any longer, he drew back to his knees and tore away the scrap of blue fabric that covered the juncture of her thighs.
The need to taste her had to wait, because if he didn't get inside her immediately, his head would explode. The lack of control worried him. He always set the pace, always called the shots, and all in his own time. He never felt the need to rush, never wanted to dive into a woman and not come up for air for a couple centurie
s. So why the hell was she different?
With his weight supported by one hand, he used the other to guide himself along her, savoring her wet heat. He reached the hard little nub and stroked over it. Judging by her moans and the way she bucked under him, she liked that a lot. He drew back long enough to rip open the condom pack with his teeth and roll the damn thing on. He paused at her entrance for a split second, until she rocked her hips upward and wrapped her legs around him.
Trembling with the strain of holding back, he slid into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. Hot silk rippled around him, dragging a strangled sound from his throat. He tried to maintain control. He really did. But the instant he moved, she locked around him with a sharp cry and sank her teeth into his shoulder.
For the first time in his life, Kellen lost it. Helpless to do anything other than respond fully to the demands of his body and her cries, he stopped fighting it and drove deep and hard.
Vicki cried out again as her nails opened stinging furrows down his back and she contracted around him, setting off the nuclear blast of his orgasm. The world fell away, leaving nothing but her and him, locked together in incomparable pleasure.
The descent back to earth left him weak and shaking, unable to get enough air. He collapsed to the side and tried to breathe.
He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew, an insistent buzzing from somewhere nearby brought him to consciousness. It finally stopped and he turned his attention to tracing his fingers along the curve of Vicki's hip. She stirred into a lazy stretch and gave him a smile just as the buzzing started up again.
She rolled and scrambled for something on the floor, and sat up, triumphant, with a cell phone. "Yes?" She listened in silence for several minutes, her expression of concern turning to one of horror. She ended the call without saying anything as her face turned to a mask of stony anger.
